Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.